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Tennessee Flat Top Box - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)
In a little cabaret
In a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slippin' away from home and
Puttin' jewelery in hock
To take the trip to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Well he couldn't ride or wrangle
And he never cared to make a dime
But give him his guitar
And he'd be happy all the time
And all the girls from nine to ninety
Were snapping fingers tapping toes
And begging him: "Don't stop "
And hypnotized and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He'd vanished like the breeze
They forgot him in the little town
But all the girls still dreamed about him
And hung around the cabaret
Until the doors were locked
And then one day on the Hit Parade
Was a little dark-haired boy
Who played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
